The ruins of my garden had been visible from the deck for some time, but I had not yet ventured outside. It was time to get out there and acknowledge the ravages of time and neglect, weep, and get to work, as my grandma used to say, to formulate a rebuilding plan. The flower and […]Read More Bloom by Bloom, Step by Step – by Doris von Tettenborn
Moonlit snow lies thick. Dark pines shelter the still garden, their shadows lie
elongated, spear-head sharp, on crystal whiteness. Dawn comes late.
Children immortalized for all eternity, their last moments frozen in time…Read More Little Boy – by Susan Duffield-Lodge